Abigail Moore

“Sometimes he felt his loneliness. But these moments of solitude and loneliness gave meaning to his existence. He would keep drifting from moment to moment - inhaling the fragrances of these moments like one inhaled from the flowers in a garden!”
― Avijeet Das

“Everything if only you could see it clearly enough, is beautiful and complete – the ragged nest, Marion’s torn muslin skirts fluted like a nautilus shell, Irma’s ringlets framing her face in exquisite wiry spirals – even Edith, flushed and childishly vulnerable in sleep.”
― Joan Lindsay, Picnic at Hanging Rock

“Sometimes I would like to be a child again, and other times a woman made of snow.”
― Deirdre Sullivan, Tangleweed and Brine

“The snow was coming down so hard. It looked like the flakes were hurrying to get out of the sky so the next ones would have room to fall.”
― Bill McKibben, Radio Free Vermont: A Fable of Resistance